A Published Poem
I had this poem recently published in an anthology. I would be honored for some constructive criticism.
Sincerely,
Poetofmidnight
Imagination
A desolate space of wordless heart,
damned in meaning from the very start.
A voice depleted of elation.
A marriage without consummation.
Until I break from pattern.
I birthed a universe through the bottom of my bed and beneath the whites of my eyes.
I magically made a sky of emerald clouds and the grass a sapphire hue.
I concocted a device that uprooted purple pandas from rainbows that smiled;
they sang with soaring wizards with wands of kissable candy cane riddles on their lips.
Then a gust of sin blew away
the light.
Darkness swiped its cape over the land.
No fear, I vanquished its illusion, because I was king.
I gathered wool in a place where rivers ran of honey and trees melted to dust;
where all the scents were that of color;
where the world loves all around.
A world of beauty, that lies in continuity.
mysteryofwriting 